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• was never the type to do these kinds of things. In fact he wasn't really a drinker at all. He can't even fathom what brought him to drink the way he did last night. As he stirs awake, images of last night flash inside his mind of alcohol, partying and lots of people. He couldn't even begin to piece them together.*

He sat up in his bed, eyes still closed in reaction to the bright sunlight now coating the room. It took him a minute to get over the ache in his bones before he finally blinked awake fully. He took in the mess of his once neat room, clothes strewn about that didn't even belong to him, condom wrappers and tied up condoms themselves filled with what he can only assume is his own .

He was confused. I don't remember anything along these lines... He thought to himself. As if to try and jog his memory, there's a stir next to him in the bed. His attention immediately turns to the shape of a woman, stunning yet a hot mess, beside him. She was clearly well fucked, a satisfied smile even in her sleep. He almost felt bad that he had to wake her. He gently shook her shoulder. "Hey..."